Random Book Of Random Oneshots

Wherever You Go / VideoGame!Wheatley x RealLife!Reader

I got this idea from spiffy_0 and there book 'Portal Through Worlds'. Go check it out! It's super good!

Also, Wheatley is not and android in this oneshot.

I'm sorry in advance.

As you got home from a tiring day at school, and a 3 hour work shift right after, you got the rest of the night to do what you wanted. Well, before your 8:00 pm shift. But for now, you decided to play your favorite game. Portal 2. You had finished most of you homework on your break at work. And you still had a little to finish up, but you could do that quickly. You booted up your computer and launched the game so you could play after you finish homework. Then, you realized finals were soon and you had to study. It was your last year in collage, so you had to make these last tests count. You were on the menu screen of Portal 2, watching Wheatley and Space Core float though space. You had already finished the game over and over, the puzzles were tiring and the portal physics gave you a headache, but the hilarious dialogue, cutscenes, characters, and overall storyline, really made up for it.

You lived in a apartment with your best friend (F/N). She went to the same collage as you, that's were you met. Your lockers were next to each other, and she decided to talk to you one day. Around 8 in the morning, before homeroom, you made a great friend. Your room had two desks, one on the right side of the room and one on the left. They looked the same, and had individual chairs that looked the same, but the tables had different uses. The table to the right was were your computer was, it had speakers, a mic, camera, and keyboard. The left table was your work area, were you did most of your homework, studying, and personal work. Both chairs were rolling chairs.

You sighed and sat down at your work desk, pulling out some textbooks, a notebook, and some folders. You placed everything on the table and began your homework. You were a computer science major. (Sorry if that's not correct, I don't know much about collage.) You made games, Portal 2 and many other games that you liked were so amazing. And you wanted to make fun and creative games like that, with unique characters and funny dialogue.

Your homework was simple, research a game of your choosing, preferably a game you owned or could look at in depth, and find out what the developers did to make the game. Did they use culling? And how did they organize the files?

(Just so you know, culling is a technique where developers can despwan elements of the game if you no longer need them or they are out of slight.)

You had a brilliant idea. Why not use Portal 2 as a example? You already knew how the game was made, what techniques were used, and how they organized there files. You used to look though the files daily, playing dialogue and listening to the soundtrack. Then you got busy with school, and you got a job.. and you ran out of time to play games like Portal 2. It just couldn't be apart of your schedule.

As you filled out the worksheets your teacher gave you, something was happening on your computer screen that you were unaware of. Wheatley had become sentient, something just... clicked for him. He blinked, he could see you. Studying and working at your desk. As the Space Core flew by his face, he realized he had seen you before. During a couple of your playthroughs of the game, he saw flashes of you. He could see you mouthing the dialogue HE was saying. It was brief moments, but he still saw you. Chell wasn't that real to him, just a body that allowed you to interact with his world. His memory of you became faint, after every time you replay the game. But he always remembered you. And he felt bad, when he betrayed you. You always had a hurt look on your face that made him fell crummy, even though you knew it was coming and you had experienced the scene before.

Wheatley looked around, he saw your phone sitting on the table beside you. Then, it buzzed. You paused your work to pick up for phone and look at it. You had gotten a text from (F/N). The text said she was going to be tutoring some kid named Nathan again, so she wouldn't be home until 6:30 pm. It was already around 5, so it was only an hour and a half. You put the phone back down and continued to work.